Dielianhua
The wind blows, the leaves and flowers will fade, the moon shines on the front yard, and in a blink of an eye, the shadow is gone.
It is already a weak crown, but it is wasted. The setting sun sets in the west and thousands of rivers are sad.
The hero in the dream and the person in the dream, when I wake up from the dream, I want to speak but I am hesitant.
It is the success or failure of a man, and there is no need to face the west wind with melancholy.